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As my comments have made so abundantly clear, it’s been a while since I’ve updated. :) However, if you wanted to harangue me for this, you should have done so last week, when break was actually in effect. Now I’m too busy to update. However, because I love you-all so much, I’ll entertain you with some random things regardless.

Random thing #1: Justin go bye-bye

In case I haven’t mentioned it previously, and I get the feeling I haven’t, my roommate Justin got a job in Seattle starting January 2nd or something. What this means is, once Christmas break starts in a couple of weeks (two and a half), I’m not going to have a roommate anymore. This is both a good and bad thing… mostly good for Justin and bad for Me. It’s a good-paying job, with a well-respected company, doing the sort of thing he wants to do for the rest of his life. Unfortunately, that leaves me in a slightly sticky situation. I’m going to have a two-bedroom apartment all to myself. While that might sound like a good development, it’s really not. First of all, I don’t think I wanna live alone just yet. I’m willing to bet it’d take me all of a week to go clinically insane if I didn’t have someone to talk to in my apartment every day. Second, this place is really freaking big. I don’t have an accurate square footage, but it’s somewhere between 900 and 1000 square feet. It has two bedrooms and two bathrooms. I do not need two bathrooms. Or, I suppose, two bedrooms. So I need to find someone who I think I could live with for five or six months in the next few weeks. Should be a good time. On the plus side, Justin said I could have his bed, which is the most comfortable piece of furniture yet invented by mankind, and he’s leaving me the couch. Go me. :)

Random thing #2: VEISHEA Alcohol Policy

Okay, I don’t really have a lot to say about this one. I just thought the picture to the right was absolutely hilarious. This was on the front page of KCCI Monday night. The story is a lot more boring, but that picture, with that title, is absolutely wonderful. Justin saw it while surfing, burst out laughing, and called me over. “Yep!” He said, “that’s our standard policy around here.” I found it worthy of reposting. I mean seriously… how could an editor not realize that combining the phrase “standard alcohol policy” with a photo of a riot in progress might be a Bad Match?

Random thing #3: I hate cars

I don’t hate all cars, but I really do hate mine. And sometimes Justin’s. Here’s why.

Kate and I were to play racquetball at 5pm yesterday evening. Around 4:40, I changed into shorts, grabbed my gear and car keys, and headed out the door. I got to my car, opened the door, got in, and closed it. My door wouldn’t close. This isn’t the first time it’s done this, but it’s the first time this year and I’d pretty much forgotten about it. So I sit in my car, shaking with the cold (I was wearing a hoodie and shorts) for about ten minutes, slamming the door, trying to pry things in the door into their proper locations, and so forth. Finally, frustrated as hell and a couple minutes late for my game, I get out of the car, go back into the apartment, throw my keys against the wall and ask Justin if I could borrow his car. After eyeing my keys suspiciously for a bit he decided to let me anyway, so I headed back down, still shaking with anger and cold. Probably mostly cold. I get to Justin’s car, and his doors won’t open. Any of them! They were frozen shut.

I was pretty pissed off, but I decided to grab the ice scraper out of my car to see if I could get his pried open. I go to my driver’s door and pull, and realize that it has finally decided to shut. I was pretty happy about that, so I got in, shut the door (it latched!), and reached for my keys. Which were in the apartment. I cursed at the steering wheel and tried to get out of my car. The driver’s side inside handle was broken. I must’ve broken it trying to get the door to shut. I exited through the passenger side and banged on Justin’s car for a while.

After seven or eight minutes, I finally got one of his back doors open. I crawled through to the front seat (a very uncomfortable maneuver in his car, especially with cold legs) and tried opening his driver’s side door from the inside. Still no doing. I tried unlocking it again using his remote unlocker thinger, and my fingers were so numb I accidentally opened his trunk. I cursed at his steering wheel, climbed out of the car through the back seat, closed the trunk, climbed back in, and banged on the door some more. I eventually gave up and started the car to leave, as I was at least 10 minutes late, only to realize I hadn’t scraped off his windshield. I climbed back through the back seat, exited through the rear door, scraped his windshield, crawled back through, and left. I got to the rec around 20 minutes late. Luckily, by that time the car had warmed up sufficiently that the driver’s side door had thawed, so I left the vehicle like a normal person.

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Me very sleepy and must get ready for a long, stressful day on campus.